Kindergarten = Freedom

Day 4 of Kindergarten has come and gone. Today on the way home I asked Adam and Walt what they had for lunch. Adam, as he did the last three days, led out with chocolate milk, then said that he also had a hot dog. Walt shared that he had white milk, and a peanut butter sandwich. Walt then told Adam that he should probably just drink chocolate milk once a week, that it would better if he primarily drank white milk since that was better for his body. Adam responded by saying that he drinks white milk all the time at home and can do whatever he wants in kindergarten. It was silent for a moment, and then Walt said, "Well maybe you can have it two times a week."

Again, silence for a moment, and then Adam said, "Did you know that we have to do this (go to kindergarten) until summer starts?

After that they made farting noises with their hands, which made the argument go away, and which, by the way, Micah absolutely loved.

Kraft Theology (Now 35% Cheesier)

It's almost time for back to school, and I'm sure that will mean new material and more laughs.  But until the commute resumes, we have a special post from Meredith Jubilee and Madeline Jane's mommy, who obviously drew the short straw today and hosted Walt and Patrick in addition to her own.

Background: Neighborhood Church is having its first ever baptism tonight at the same pool in which most of the Neighborhood Church kids have had swim lessons.  This has resulted in many discussions among the adults about how to explain baptism to five-year olds and, more importantly, how to explain that they don't get to swim.  We're still not sure about either, but the kids have obviously made great strides with the theology . . .  in spite of their parents.

According to Kate, here's how it went down:

Mer:  Mom, when are Walt and Patrick leaving?

Mom:  In about an hour.  But then we'll see them again at the baptism tonight.

Walt:  What's a Baptist?

Mer:  I'll tell you Walt.

Walt:  No, wait.  I already know.  It's when they hold you under to see how long you can hold your breath. My mom told me.

Mer:  No, Walt.  That's not it.  It's when you're dipped in the pool to show that you love God, and then you eat mac 'n cheese.